she can feel that she doesn't belong.
anyone could. she may as well just
ignore any inkling to inquire where
she was. her heart fluttered within
her chest as her eyes darted around
quickly in terrified observance.
how adorable, a lost little lamb in a den of sin. their favorite kind.
observing from their place at the bar, it watches with keen interest. it doesn't interfere, curious.
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eyes widen as she approaches , quickly distinguishing the flame in a panic.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ you shouldn't be setting things ablaze like that , you know. ”
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